The Beauty In Front of Me

I am writing to thank you for always being by my side. You have been guiding me, continuously, since the start to the end. I have you always by my side, and that will never change until my conscious falls apart. I am with you all the time, and you cannot ever escape me. I am your result, your listener, your pupil. We walk everyday together, at night we slumber. You, my mind, my soul, my heart, my guide, my curiosity, my mind. I thank you, for keeping me together, bringing me together, composing these empires of dirt to integration of functionality, where I am still sane. Sincerely, thank you for staying solid, breakable, but not disintegrated.

You made me realize the light in life, and the things I shall be doing compared to what has been, is, or will be unreasonably. You made me realize happiness, love, whenever I experience so as it is right in front of me. When you showed me the light, I saw everything in more depth. I became more curious in why, how, when and become more inspired than I was. When I search for answers, sometimes, you surprise me with something completely different, yet better, when I do feel better. We met in the darkness, in the sound, in the waves, of the liquid, drowning to breathing. We continue to live, through the thick and thin, together, inseparable, as one.

Who I was back then, was someone afraid and did not know much. Right now, I know more, even if I am still afraid. I noticed that I am starting to reflect, just like you, when you tried to understand what was going on. I plan to touch the skies with my heart, somehow in my own abstract ways. I think of you when I try to strive for something more, the unknown with no clue I understand as of yet even if it might be right in front of me. This might be current, the only, the ongoing, what is. I am trying to grab onto this moment with my every breath.

To you, my love, my faithful standby

I have never spoken to you in such form

To dedicate to you such lust and struggle

My heart, continues, to strive, for you, unsettled

Discontent

My love, again

To you, my friend, always by side

To the end of the world

We die, we cry,

We are shy, we won't lie

We try to fight

Same, estranged

Define my spring

To drown in, to drink from, to breathe in

So, repetitively, again

My friend, my love, ongoing.